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Mal let out a bitter, sadistic laugh, giving her one of the most hurt and angry looks she had ever seen on him, “God?” he questioned her, his words sour, “Whose colors is he flyin’?” Zoë had no answer for that. As Mal lit the flare and the ships came into view, only one thing was certain in her mind: The war was officially over, and the Browncoats had lost.
-- Serenity: Prologue: The Battle Of Serenity Valley by Shrouded
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